GhostPrince

Quicksilver (X-Men) Peter Maximoff x Goth!Reader (headcanons, cute, fun) "Oops" (Drabble, silly)

Various (X-Men) Getting Matching Tattoos (headcanons, fun) Harmless Pranks I Think They'd Pull (headcanons, silly) How I Think They'd Comfort You (headcanons, comfort) Something of Theirs You Keep (headcanons, fluff)

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Ahkmenrah (Night at The Museum) The Pharaoh and The Demi-God (reader insert, long fic, soulmate au) Mild Entertainment (Drabble, silly) Stargazing with Ahk (Fluff, short) "I Don't Feel Well..." (Fluff, sick fic, comfort)

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Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) Just Whisper and Hold me (Fluff, Comfort) How’d You Manage That? (Fluff, Hurt-Comfort) Comfort for Nights Like This (Wholesome, fluff) Pretty Boy (Genderfluid!Reader, fluff, comfort)

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Loki (Marvel) "Please, rest your eyes with me.." (Comfort, stressed reader, soft fluff) Simple Mornings (Fluff, cute, comfort) "Thank-you, my love..." (Hurt/comfort, very sick reader)

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Sanji (One Piece) "How about a small meal?" (short fic, fluff, slight comfort) Imagine Small Moments with Sanji (short moments, fluff)

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Viggo Grimborn (HTTYD RTTE) "My Electric Love" (Fluff, hurt/comfort, fear of thunder) "What?" (Crack-fic, silly mini-adventures) The Artistic Viking (Fluff, tattoos and quiet moment together) A Stupid Tummy Ache (Sick-fic, indulgent fluff)

Dagur the Deranged Monthly Pains Suck (Period comfort, fluff) Morning Cuddles (Drabble, fluff) Lovers Injured Together, Stay Together (Hurt comfort, injuries)

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Evie (Descendants) Two Queens on a Chessboard pt 1 (Gay Romance, Cute) Two Queens on a Chessboard pt 2 (Gay Romance, Cute)

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Mr. Darcy (Pride & Prejudice) Dancing With You (drabble, fluff)

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Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility) In The Garden (drabble) The Mulberry Orchard (short, sweet) Clumsy (hurt/comfort)

The museum was busy. It was bustling with people! A steady flow of people were going in and out the doors during all hours of the day. The curator for the museum decided this was the perfect time of year to bring in a new display! Keep people excited so they visited again. He had it brought in and finally the setup was complete. It was placed in a nice corner of the museum and the whole thing was nearly ready to show! Curtains hid the exhibit from view. This wasn't just some new, little exhibit. Not at all. It was quite a decent size and until a moment ago, you had no idea what it could be. The curator was being very secretive about it. He then randomly pulled you into his office and started looking around him as if someone would be listening in. Once he was certain the coast was clear, he turned to you and did a little dance.

"The new exhibit has finally been setup!" He said. You nodded, feigning interest and listening for his point. You had work to do, but he didn't seem to care about that. "So! I have graciously decided to let you in on what this new exhibit is!" He declared and clapped his hands together like an excited child.

"Oh! What's with the change? I thought no one was supposed to know until tomorrow's big reveal and unveiling?" You decided to leave out the part where you'd have known by nightfall when the exhibit came to life along with all the rest of the museum thanks to Ahkmenrah's magic tablet. Although, you probably would've headed home soon after the museum came to life. You had work to finish and you honestly didn't feel like putting in overtime. You had a headache, in fact your whole body ached, you felt sick and it'd gotten worse the past couple of days. Today you were feeling quite miserable and your co-workers even pointed out how pale you looked. You didn't want your supernatural boyfriend to see you in such a state. Your boyfriend being Ahkmenrah, a Pharaoh from Ancient Egypt who was brought back to life every night by the magic of his tablet.

"Well...I have a lot of work on my plate at the moment..." The curator sighed and sat down in his office chair. You stepped closer, dreading his next sentences.

"Yes...?"

"And tonight I have a dinner meeting with the upper management and director of this fine museum." He awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Yes...? I remember you mentioning that earlier this week." You nodded.

"So...I uhm...seem to have forgotten to finalize some of the paperwork for this new exhibit and after it's finalized it will need to be electronically added to the system and then the paper documents will have to be filed away in our records room." He continued. You made no response. Afraid that if you should move, he may elect you to do such work and that would require you to put in unpaid overtime as you still had your own work to finish and it was already five in the afternoon. "Ah, hold on a moment." He smiled and proceeded to write his instructions down on a piece of paper and then hand it to you.

You stared at the paper. Then back to him. And then back at the paper. He cleared his throat again and began waving the paper in your face. You begrudgingly took it, letting your shoulders fall in defeat. He stood up and walked around his desk to stand at your side. "But I...was hoping to go home after Larry arrived...and...I still have work to finish..." You suddenly felt tears stinging your eyes as your vision began to blur. You left out the part where you'd wanted to see the exhibit when night came and then head home rather than be stuck in some office finishing and filing paperwork. He'd think you and Larry were insane if you mentioned Ahk's magic tablet.

"Look...I know you haven't been feeling the best this past week." The curator put a hand on your shoulder. "But it's Spring! Everyone's coming down with some little flu. I just need you to finish the last couple of pages and add them to the computer...I mean you've always been much more tech savvy than me." He chuckled. "And file these papers away with the rest! I know you can do it and do it well! I couldn't trust Larry with this job, you know he messes up the paperwork!"

Larry was messy and a bit disorganized, you didn't disagree with that, however he could've very easily done this paperwork. The curator just didn't trust Larry. For some reason, he trusted you more. Perhaps it was all the unpaid overtime that you did, because filing paperwork was not a hassle and spending the night in the museum and talking with the exhibits and your boyfriend made it all feel worth your time. You weren't very sleep deprived either. Ahkmenrah, Larry and Teddy made sure you got some sleep in the quieter parts of the museum.

"I...I understand..." You sighed. You felt sick and awful, but the sooner the work was done, the sooner you could go home. You felt bad about not seeing Ahkmenrah, but if you'd simply gone home he'd understand. Instead, you were going to be avoiding him and pretending like you weren't in the museum after hours. For a week, you had been hiding your symptoms and fatigue and Larry had seen right through you. The rest of the museum had been too busy with the changes (for the new exhibit to have a space) that they hadn't noticed, including Ahk. Yesterday, Larry had given you an ultimatum: finally tell Ahkmenrah the truth about being sick and let them take care of you, or for a week you go home early and rest. You told him you'd spend the next week going home early. That made him happy and he promised to tell everyone, especially Ahkmenrah, that you just needed some proper nights' rest and to not worry. You appreciated his kindness.

But now, here you were. Being forced to work overtime despite your previous agreement. Perhaps, if you were discreet enough and hid in the office, or records room, the entire time then no one would know you had stayed. Larry might assume you'd gone home before he arrived for his night shift. You could easily sneak out of the museum without being detected once your work was done...you had a key (thanks to the previous night guards) and you'd had to sneak out before without being caught. (Ever since your student years, working in the museum, the previous night guards had been strict about you getting enough rest and focusing on your studies instead of messing around with the exhibits brought to life). Tonight wouldn't much different from those old days of sneaking behind the night guards' back.

"Excellent!" The curator's voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. "I knew I could count on you!" He gave you a pat on the back and then handed you the paperwork. "As always, you can use this office, or work in the records room. Both rooms have computers now...this new age technology...it's improving so fast we might not need the records room, or paper documents, anymore." He sighed.

"Yes...well...I should go finish my work and start on these papers." You backed out of the office, doing your best to not let your tears fall.

"Right! Well, I won't keep you any longer. I do really appreciate you taking this little job off my hands, (Y/N)!" The curator waved you out with a grin on his face. You quickly went to the bathrooms and let yourself have a five minute cry. 'Little job, my ass' you thought to yourself. If it was a 'little job' the curator would've had no problem finishing his work before his meeting. You and him both knew it would at least take a good couple of hours to do everything.

After your five minute break, you washed your face with cold water and dried off before returning to work. It took over an hour before your own work was finished for the day and you felt you were cutting it close to when Larry would arrive. Luckily, the sun wouldn't set for another ten minutes at least, so you said 'goodbye' to the curator as he left and hurried into his office. Larry would check the records' room to make sure you weren't doing overtime. But you were certain he wouldn't look for you in the curator's office. Leaving the light on, you set a plan.

From the door, you couldn't see under the desk as it had a back panel. You pushed the office chair forwards and turned it slightly to the side as if someone had stood up quickly to leave. Then you got the paperwork and everything you'd need. You knew the password to the computer and could put all the documents on file easily. Once you were under the desk, you double checked everything and ran through your plan before beginning the work. Larry would (hopefully) enter the office and assume the curator left the light on. Once he turned it off, you could finish your work using your phone's flashlight (it was at sixty-four percent battery) and then put the paperwork onto digital file using the curator's copier machine. The museum should be loud with excitement over the new exhibit and they shouldn't hear it. This was an excellent plan that had absolutely no chance of going wrong. Definitely.

Once all that was done, you'd have to figure out the next plan: making your way to the records' room to put the paper files away and then escape the museum without being caught. 'That'll be future me's problem.' You decided as you began reading through the paperwork set out on the floor. After ten minutes, you noticed the sun finally setting and the city outside the office window slowly grew dark. Another forty minutes passed and you were already halfway through the paperwork. By this time, Larry noticed the office light was on. You heard the office door open and Larry sighed to himself, "He's been so forgetful with lights recently."

You assumed he was referring to the curator. Larry switched the office light off and closed the door. You listened as the sound of his footsteps faded off into the distance. You counted to twenty seconds before turning on your phone's flashlight and continuing with your work. It would be a bit harder to finish now that you had to balance holding your phone and reading and writing, but you were determined to do it all.

Completing the paperwork proved to be a difficult task the more time passed. Exhaustion hit your body like a truck on a highway and you could barely keep your eyes open. The words on the paper seemed to blur together. You attempted to rub the sleep from your eyes, but it was of no use. Not even the very loud music and cheering from downstairs could keep you awake. You turned your phone flashlight off and after that you had no memory of falling asleep.

The next thing you knew, you were running out of the office and into the bathroom just nearby as your stomach emptied all of the contents. A burning sensation rolled through your esophagus and irritated your gums and teeth as it left through your mouth. The taste was horrid and you were overtired and stressed, and tears poured from your eyes as the stress of the day and week long sickness got the best of you. Flushing the toilet and wiping your face with toilet paper (you had nothing else) you continued to lean over the bowl just in case your stomach hated you more.

Guilt and bitterness filled your heart. Larry had been very right about you needing to rest more and go home early. You wished you'd been brave enough to tell the curator off earlier rather than take on his workload. He should've been the one to work overtime to finish his work, he shouldn't have messed up and then given you his work to fix!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand being pressed to your back while another hand pulled a few strands of hair out of your face. You sat up to see the man in golden robes standing just behind you with kind eyes and concern written all over his face. The sight of your boyfriend was enough for the guilt to swell up inside your heart, sending more tears cascading down your face.

"My love," Ahk moved his hands to hold your face and wipe your tears away, "I thought you had gone home tonight. Larry said you were tired." He spoke softly and it sounded almost like a question.

"I wish I had gone home and rested early." Was all you managed to sob out. He brought you into a hug and held you for several minutes as you cried away all your tension and stress. When you began to calm down, Ahk moved you to the sinks to wash your face and wash out your mouth.

"I moved away from the group to have some time to myself, walking the halls of the museum. It looks quite different now the new exhibit is here and everything and everyone has been moved around. However, if I am being honest, I was very much missing your company." He explained how he had managed to see and hear you. "I saw you exit the curator's office and dash into the bathroom. To say I was shocked to see you would be an understatement."

You listened intently, feeling guilty for not being honest and coming to see him and Larry and the new exhibit. "I'm sorry...god, I feel awful." You sighed.

"I can believe that. You threw up quite a lot and you look absolutely exhausted." He frowned at your sickly appearance. You shook your head 'no'.

"It's not just that. I meant I feel awful about not telling you what's been going on...about how I've been feeling. I should've been honest and told you the truth about how I felt and the extra work the curator gave me today." You explained. Tears were slowly filling your vision once more and it was irritating you more than anything.

"And...how have you been feeling?" Ahk asked after a moment. He was listening patiently, wanting nothing more than to give you a break from work so you could get some well deserved rest.

"I'm so tired, Ahk." You finally admitted out loud — not just to him, but also to yourself. "I'm tired and I feel so sick. I've felt sick for a while now, but work has been so busy that I haven't felt like I'm able to take a break."

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you as you explained how you felt. "What extra work did the curator give you, love?"

"Some unfinished paperwork for the new exhibit-" You began, but Ahk cut you off in the middle of your sentence.

"Oh, good!" He exclaimed in a soft voice, "Larry is very good at paperwork. He can finish it for you." His smile was almost infectious and you nearly laughed at how enthusiastic Ahk was about throwing Larry under the workload bus. You hesitated a moment before speaking again.

"I don't know...the curator was very adamant on me finishing the work, not Larry." You sighed.

"Love, I'm almost certain the curator is not going to check over the work and therefore would have no way of telling if Larry did it or not." Ahk had a cheeky grin as his eyes met yours. "Let Larry, Guardian of Brooklyn, step in and save you. Meanwhile, you and I shall get you some water and proper rest." His argument was very convincing and you didn't have the energy to stubbornly disagree. You nodded at his plan and let him take your hand to lead you out of the bathroom.

Larry was not impressed to see you were still at the museum. He was even less impressed by the last minute paperwork the curator had given you. He then realised the job fell to him to take over and finish so you could finally rest and he felt so irritated he complained to Attila the entire time with no malice directed to you. It wasn't your fault the curator was incompetent and incapable of finishing his own work. Meanwhile, Ahk dragged you away to the Ancient Egyptian exhibit which was the only quiet part of the museum.

Everywhere else had music, dancing, celebrating and crowds of exhibits come-to-life chatting away. You needed sleep and Ahk insisted on it. There would be no room to argue, or sneak away, because he'd just order his statues of Anubis to pick you up to keep you in the exhibit. With no energy left to argue, you lay down together with a couple blankets and pillows stolen from the supplies office. Ahk pulled you to rest your head on his chest while his arms wrapped around you and traced lines on your back.

~ Quicksilver ~

He'd probably let you wear and keep any one — or three — of his band shirts (even his Pink Floyd one) if you pinky promised to not tear them. He wouldn't care if you accidentally spill something on the shirt like food, a drink, paint or nail polish. He'd forgive you very quickly because at the end of the day it is just fabric. It'd also give him an excuse to offer you more of his clothes or go shopping with you.

A pair of Peter's comfiest shoes (if they're close to your size) end up in your bedroom. You have no memory of taking and keeping them. You had worn the shoes once when your high heels began to hurt too badly to walk in any more. Now they sit in your room and become your new favourite to wear.

Peter gives you a watch he stole in the same year he first met you. Eventually, you get your names engraved on it.

One of his cool jackets will go missing. He can't blame you too much...his jackets are literally the coolest ever.

A pair of headphones and a Walkman to go with it also end up in your bedroom. Again, you did not take, or buy, these. You knew Peter was behind it even before you listened to the mixtape that came with it. It had all your favourite songs on it.

~ Nightcrawler ~

He'd definitely let you keep and wear any of his cross necklaces (he definitely has more than one and I stand by this). You don't need to be religious to wear it, he'd just feel happy knowing you're wearing something that means a lot to him. He'd also feel as if it was a good luck charm, protecting you whenever you wear it. If you wanted, he'd go and get it engraved with both your initials, or your initials, just your name.

What's his is yours (and what's yours is his) so if you want any of his clothing, he'd sit with you and help you pick something out from his closet. You end up with a comfy sweater and a pair of track pants to match which keeps you warm during the winter.

Books! He'd have a couple books on religion, history, romance, the world, different countries and so much more. Kurt would be enthusiastic to share them with you! If you aren't keen on reading, but enjoy listening as you do something else, then he'd read them to you. You'd find one of your favourites on your bookshelf after a particularly long week and you just knew it was him.

A hat which Kurt wore on a few of your first dates together was something that ended up in your wardrobe. You wear it whenever you're hiking and he noticed immediately. The sentiment is not lost on him and he lets you know that you look very good wearing it.

Finally, Kurt gets you a teacup that has his, and your, names on it. He bought it for himself at first, but ended up giving it to you and in return you bought a matching cup to give back. You two will drink tea together with your matching teacups every weekend.

~ Gambit ~

Like Peter, he'd let you wear and keep any of his shirts. Bonus points for Gambit though because he'd let you wear and keep a crop top. He'd be happy knowing you're wearing something of his (especially if you're just lounging around home in it). "Stop teasing me, ma chérie." he'd say, walking past you after you'd just woken up adorning one of Remy's shirts; personally you felt like you looked like a gremlin, but he a hundred percent meant what he said.

Gloves (fingerless, or not) he'd let you wear them even if they didn't fit your hands properly.

Hair ties and scrunchies, Gambit has plenty of these because he himself uses — and loses — them quite frequently.

Jackets! He has quite a few in his wardrobe. And by quite a few, I mean fourteen. Hoodies, pullovers, zip ups, a cloak and long jackets that go past your knees. Even a couple suit jackets if you count those. He lets you wear and keep any you like.

A special, anniversary edition deck of solitaire cards that he saw when buying a couple packs before a fight — Remy didn't want to use them because they looked so nice compared to any other deck of cards — you end up displaying the deck of cards in your living room.

~ Rogue ~

Rogue probably owns quite a few hair accessories. From hair clips, claw clips, headbands and roses you can clip to your hair. She'd let you keep any of her hair accessories if you really like it. She loves seeing you rocking one of her headbands, or rose hair clips.

Gloves (you might've guessed this would be coming). She would have quite a few nice pairs of gloves and if a pair goes with your outfit, then Anna Marie would be glad to see you wearing them.

Shoes! Boots, or high heels, she has quite a few unique pairs. She has enough for the two of you to walk around in matching shoes.

Like Kurt, Rouge also has books. Except her books are fantasy and romance centered. She loves recommending books and lending them. She lets you keep a couple books that first has you hooked on the genre.

Belts are everywhere in her closet. Some with pockets attached, or little nooks to place items in. She finds them to be a very useful accessory considering her uniform has zero pockets and you end up owning a couple utility belts that she had insisted on sharing with you.

~ Storm ~

Jewellry! Of any kind! If she has something you love, go ahead and wear it! Earrings, rings, bracelets, or necklaces. She'd love nothing more than to see you out in town wearing the jewellry she gave you. Bonus points for jewellry that has a lightning bolt, or cloud, decoration. To her, you wearing jewellry like that is the same as wearing something that has her name engraved on it.

Makeup is probably her favourite thing to share with you. If you have similar foundation and concealer shades then she'll give you hers, but if not she'll let you use her makeup as a highlighter or bronzer. Mostly, she gives you mascara, lipstick, eyeliner and brow filler pencils. They remind you of her everytime you use them.

She'd definitely give you a dress or two of hers. Something silver, or a maybe a nice cocktail dress that matches a pair of heels you own.

Blankets will be covering every centimetre of your bed after dating Ororo for a couple months. She insists on making sure your room is warm in case she has to use her powers to summon a snowstorm. She had to fight off anti mutant protesters near your place, but as an X-Men she refused to harm them and instead, she created the coldest snowstorm your city had ever seen. So yes, blankets cover your whole bedroom.

You even end up with a potted plant Ororo had asked you to look after. You watered it, gave it enough sunlight and took very good care of it and eventually it ended up staying with you.

~ Shadowcat ~

Like Peter and Remy, feel free to help yourself to any of her shirts! She has band shirts, brand shirts (albeit only a couple), shirts that go down to your knees, shirts with long sleeves and even a couple of shirts for her favourite tv shows. If you asked, she'd absolutely get matching shirts with you. Her closet is your closet, but also your closet is her closet. Don't be surprised to find her wearing a shirt of yours.

Plushies/stuffed animals will of course be shared! She owns soft, squishmellows and little animal plushies like a cat, wolf, giraffe, elephant and seal. Some she'd won from arcades and some she bought when on a shopping spree. She saw you asleep on her bed with a push once and thought it was the cutest thing ever! She snuck a quick picture and the very next day you had that plush sitting on your bed at home.

Sleep mask! She has Cinnamoroll, Pompompurin, a bunny, a leopard print and a blue whale sleep mask. A couple came free from cosmetic stores when she bought expensive makeup. She lets you pick whichever you want and even offers to go shopping for pajamas that match.

Lipstick, lipbalm and lipgloss is absolutely shared. Your gender doesn't matter, she will be putting a nice, subtle colour on your lips and then let you keep the lipstick so you can reapply it after eating or drinking.

(Original picture found on Pinterest, which then led me to a tumblr post from 2012 by ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ <3)

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Imagine, just for a moment, you're enjoying a very peaceful and quiet life. Life literally could not get any better. Good food, wine, conversation and annoying neighbours whose mailbox you throw stones at. What more could a person need in life, when all you have is right at hand? A warm fireplace, a soft bed and a good smoking pipe with a plant that'll make your vision wibbly-wobbly.

Would you give up these comforts of home for a most treacherous and long journey that you will surely not return from? Trudging on through rain, mud and snow. Cold rivers, rocky cliff faces and blisters that'll knock you right off your feet. Who the hell would go on such a journey without a second thought?

You. You, my dear (Y/N). You who glanced down at the parchment and quill given to you to sign so you may join the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, on a mission to reclaim Erebor. T'was you! Who had the habit of not reading the 'Terms and Conditions' before immediately signing up to a slightly shady website. Or in this case...a most dangerous mission.

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(Y/N) had been traveling with Gandalf and the dwarves for less than ten minutes. They had their arms wrapped around Gandalf's waist so they wouldn't fall off the horse again. Already, poor (Y/N) was feeling the bruising ache on the inside and outside of their thighs. Muscles tense from holding onto the horse for dear life. Dirt clung to their pants and shirt from falling off one too many times already.

Thorin did not agree with Gandalf's plan to bring along a young, human of little skill in combat. Gandalf assured him that (Y/N)'s company would prove most useful for their journey. That's code for 'they were most amusing to him.' "Every creature, both big and small, has a role to play to aid us in our journey." Gandalf reassured the agitated, dwarf prince. Bilbo had chosen to not join the adventure, much to (Y/N)'s dismay. The company set off without him. Waiting...most anxiously. Chattering amongst themselves, the group rode on down the trail until a voice cried out behind them.

"Wait! Wait!!" Bilbo's most recognizable voice called out as the group came to a halt. They turned to watch the hobbit, holding his parchment with a grin. "I signed it!" He handed the paper to Balin and waited. Balin watched him most amusedly, pulling out his glasses and reading the hobbit's signature.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield." He grinned, rolling up the parchment and returning it to the hobbit. Chuckles and cheers could be heard from the rest of the group as Gandalf smiled knowingly.

"Give him a pony." Thorin ordered, turning back to the trail to continue on.

"Oh, no no no! That won't be necessary." Bilbo held his hand forward with a most adamant and distressed look. "I-I'm, uh, sure I can keep up. On foot..." He cleared his throat, looking to (Y/N) for help. They offered him nothing but a grin. They knew very well he did not like ponies or horses. So this was arguably funny as hell. "I've, uh, I've done my fair share of walking holidays!" Bilbo continued on nervously. "I've even gotten as far as Frogmorten once." He promised before squealing as he's picked up by two mischievous dwarf princes who rode forwards and set him down abruptly on an unwilling pony. The pony did not like the sudden interruption of Bilbo being placed. The poor creature felt it was carrying enough weight already with the bags and equipment it had on its saddle.

Bilbo was unimpressed to say the least. The dwarf princes laughed amongst themselves and made sure Bilbo was holding onto the reins before putting some distance between the ponies once more. Recognizable laughter could be heard from up ahead. Bilbo didn't have to guess who it was coming from, it was obviously from (Y/N). With a shout to Bofur, (Y/N) turned around and gestured their hand in his direction. "Yo, Bofur!! Ay, cough it up!" They grinned. Bofur didn't understand the words they used, but he knew when someone wanted their bet money. The dwarf simply replied with a goodhearted laugh and tossed a small bag of money in their direction.

The poor lasso failed to catch it in time and the money bag struck their face directly before falling into their awaiting hand. "Son of a--!!" They cried out, turning back to Gandalf and gripping his cloak to regain their balance. "--mother--!!" The company laughed at the poor lasso's pain without malice and watched as they turned back to an apologetic looking Bofur.

"Sorry, lasso." He grinned.

"You're lucky you're in good with the glitterati over there." ((1940s slang for 'wealthy or famous people with high profiles')) They gestured over to the three dwarf princes, but more specifically to the literal heir of Erebor, Thorin. "Or I wouldn't be letting that slide, ya putz." ((1970s slang for 'dorky person'))

"What?" Bofur squinted and leaned forwards, hoping that would help him understand them better. Behind him money bags were being tossed back and forth with calls being made on their successful bets. "Did anyone understand that?"

"Please teach us your strange words sometime, (Y/N)!" Kili called forwards with a laugh. "We gotta use those on our Uncle!"

"What did they say?" Oin leaned forwards from his pony and looked to his brother for an answer. However, Gloin was too busy demanding his money bag be handed over to pay any attention to the conversations around him.

"Sorry, no, what's going on?" Bilbo questioned, sneezing every couple of minutes. "What's that all about?" He gestured forwards to the group.

"We don't know what (Y/N)'s saying." Fili informed him, assuming that was where his question was directed. "Do you understand them?"

"No, not that...but yes, I sort of understand them. In fact, it took me several months to understand anything they said. No, uh--I meant, uh, why is everyone throwing...money? Bags?" He asked once more, clarifying himself and watching as Gandalf and (Y/N) slowed down to ride alongside him.

"Oh, well you see." Gandalf cleared his throat. "They took wages, on whether or not you'd turn up." He explained with a mischievous grin. "Most of them bet that you wouldn't."

"(Y/N) clearly bet I would." He gestured as they poked their tongue out at him. "What did you think?" His eyes met Gandalf's for a brief moment.

"Ohhh..." Gandalf hesitated, looking forward as the dwarves moved past them in a sort of slow race amongst themselves. Seeing who could get the closest to Thorin before being told off and to "get back in line". A money bag was quickly tossed to Gandalf and he swiftly caught it with a laugh. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second." He promised, tucking the bag into his saddlebag.

Another sneeze came from Bilbo as the dwarves kicked at each other's boots and legs in a small, unnoticed battle. Poor Ori nearly slid off his pony, causing Thorin to look back at the group that suspiciously avoided his eye contact. They had paused their shenanigans and instead looked up at the trees and down at the rabbits that hopped away, whistling innocently. Thorin turned back forward, but he was still most suspicious of their childish behaviour. Bilbo searched his pockets and even his travelling bags before halting his pony and crying out in sudden alarm.

"Wait a minute...stop! Stop!" He called and the whole group came to a pause. "We have to go back." The hobbit declared. "I've forgotten my handkerchief." (Y/N) did their best to hide their laughter but to no avail. Their snickers could be heard by the whole company who joined in most amused.

"Here!" Bofur called from ahead. He tore some cloth from his saddlebag and tossed it to Bilbo. "Use this!" He grinned. Bilbo did not share his grin, in fact his face just looked more agitated.

"Move on!" Thorin brought their attention back to the journey and they continued forwards, still snickering and Bilbo still sneezing. They travelled for another thirty minutes and much to Bilbo's surprise, (Y/N) remained mostly silent aside from the occasional sneeze from pollen and dust. The dwarfs continued silently with their trail games. The winner had been silently declared for who got the closest to Thorin before he noticed. It was Nori! He got a small bag of money from Dori who bet he couldn't do it. The next trail game (Y/N), Bilbo and Gandalf watched was less coherent as there didn't seem to be any rules to it.

The dwarfs simply whistled a short tune one at a time. Some like a bird's call, others’ like a catchy tavern song. (Y/N)'s 'quiet' attempt at a whistle was noticed by Fili and Bofur. The rest of the group looked over and watched as they both silently died of laughter as all (Y/N) could produce was a puff of air and no sound. The poor human simply poked their tongue out at the two and blew a quiet raspberry with a 'brthrthr' sound that just had them cackling more.

Unfortunately, the silence ended at the fifty-six minute mark when they were travelling across boring, open, grassy plains. Bilbo wasn't even surprised. In fact, he was astounded they made it nearly an hour in almost complete silence before (Y/N) had reached the limit of their patience.

"Oi, pally! Tell me a story, or something before I die of boredom!" They called out to Bilbo. He didn't purposefully ignore them, but he quickly became lost in thought trying to think of something that would entertain them before they started annoying the dwarves with the short tempers. "Are you even listening to me, Bilbo? Amigo? Shake a leg, ya wheat! I wanna distraction from the pain I'm in right now." (('wheat' is 1930s slang for 'a person unused to city ways')) They continued to complain.

"Lasso!" Balin called for their attention with a gentle smile. He then turned to the others, "Why don't we sing some songs to entertain us on this beautiful day, lads? What do you say?" Bofur and Ori were the first to agree and when they all saw that Thorin made no moves to stop them, the others joined in with some fun dwarvish tavern songs. The silly, the fun, the long and the short. (Y/N) joined in best they could without knowing the words or language, mostly humming and cheering and clapping with the others. Some songs were translated and sung in the common tongue, but other songs were sung in their original language 'Khuzdul'.

It was a couple more hours before they finally stopped for a break. They were all starting to feel the long day, the heat of the sun and they all needed a good drink of water and a good hot meal before going on further. After this short break, it was back to making tracks. By the time night fell, they had made ample progress on their journey to the Misty Mountains and finally stopped and set-up camp. (Y/N) dismounted the horse 'gracefully'. Gracefully eating shit as they landed face first in the dirt after their sore legs gave out under them. Like an uncoordinated wobble-cat, they got up and hobbled past the laughing group. The pain (Y/N) was in couldn't be put into any nice words, so they simply bit their lip.

They set up their bedroll against the back stone wall. Feeling safer away from the open, but still laying close to where the fire was being set up. Whilst they were sitting in front of the campfire, distractedly helping Bombur chop the vegetables, behind them two dwarf princes rolled out their beds on either side and settled down. The dwarves had already grown to like (Y/N)'s eccentric personality and kind nature. Even Thorin. It was no surprise to Gandalf as he could easily read their character. It was also no surprise when he saw how quickly protective the dwarves became regarding their well-being, as (Y/N) was obviously not combat-savvy and was a bit clumsy.

This was, of course, to be expected. If one is not taught a skill such as horse-riding, or sword fighting, they will be very clumsy when attempting these things for the first time.

Bilbo and (Y/N) ate their food in peace, side by side, listening to the dwarves’ conversations, songs and jokes. They also watched as Thorin did not pay them much attention, eating quietly and mostly keeping watch of the surrounding area with a stern look permanently etched onto his face. (Y/N) leaned closer to Bilbo and whispered amongst the loud chatter, "I can't tell if he's a square, or just very serious." Which earned a relaxed chuckle from Bilbo.

"Hey, now. Share with the group! What are you two whispering about over there?" Bofur chuckled the well-meaning remark from across the fire. He tossed a couple sticks into the fire and sat down a bit closer with a pipe to smoke.

"Nothing important, ya goof, I was just joking around with Bilbo." (Y/N) huffed with fake irritation as they quickly tried to think of something else to talk about. They didn't want to accidentally insult the leader of the group. "It's just that I'm on the make." ((1910s and '60s slang for 'looking to date')) They finally decided to tease, with a wiggle of their eyebrows.

"You're what?" Bofur furrowed his eyebrows.

"Does that mean 'pregnant'?" Ori asked from the side.

"Can they get pregnant?" Nori and Ori looked to Dori as if he'd magically have the answers to (Y/N)'s gender or anatomy.

"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know?" Dori demanded, hitting them both with a soapy dish cloth. The dwarves were all too proud to admit to anyone that they could not work out (Y/N)'s gender.

"Hah!" (Y/N) cracked up, completely unbothered by their questions. "Maybe I can get pregnant...maybe I can't...who knows?" They wondered out loud mysteriously. "But no, I'm not pregnant. There's a step and a half that comes before that shit." They wheezed, face red and flushed from laughing too hard. This cleared up the stress, but not the confusion that lingered in the air. Pregnancy was a very serious thing for dwarves and no matter what, they'd look out for anyone that was with child. They all relaxed and eased back into their jokes and stories.

As the evening grew darker and darker, and the fire began to die, the dwarves slowly fell asleep. A few remained awake as no one had been chosen for the first watch. They quietly tried to pick who'd be first to stay up without bothering Thorin about the matter. He had fallen asleep, clearly tired from his journey to the Iron Hills and then to The Shire and then another long journey the next day after that. It had only taken (Y/N) about four hours since they set up camp to notice the two young dwarf princes whose bedrolls were set up right on either side of their own bedroll. Then there was a distant howl just as the young human settled onto their make-shift bed.

Bilbo came quietly scurrying back from the pony he had snuck off towards. This caused (Y/N) to sit up and watch as the hobbit scurried over to them. He was definitely bribing the pony with snacks to like him more. "What was that? Was that a wolf?" He asked quietly. Thorin was awoken by Bilbo's scurrying. Poor man must've been a very light sleeper.

"Wolves? No..." Kili suddenly looked out into the distance with a grim look. "...Orcs."

"Orcs!?" Bilbo quietly, but alarmingly, gasped as he scurried closer to the group.

"Throat-cutters." Fili nodded his head. "There'll be dozens of them out there." He and Kili shared a discreet look of amusement. (Y/N) quietly chuckled along, settling back down onto their bedroll.

"They strike in the wee hours of the night, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams." Kili continued, "Just lots of blood." He whispered as solemnly as he could manage.

"You think that's funny?" Thorin stood up. His tone had no hidden humour in it. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" He demanded very seriously. Kili and Fili looked apologetic.

"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili sighed.

"No. You didn't." Thorin nodded his head. He walked away to the far edge of the camp, muttering under his breath, "You know nothing of the world." A moment of awkward silence passed and Balin sighed, stood up and wandered over to the young group.

"Don't mind him." He spoke with a soft smile. "Thorin has more cause than most...to hate orcs." He emphasized the 'hate' as he spoke. (Y/N) sat up quickly, sensing a story. Balin continued to explain the origin of Thorin's hate. The battle to reclaim Moria and the death of many dwarves. The origin of Thorin's name 'Oakenshield' and how they had managed to send the orcs running. Especially the 'Pale Orc', who lost his arm to Thorin and vowed to end the line of Durin. (Y/N) and Bilbo listened intently, and anyone who was awake -- or had been woken up -- listened just as intently to the story they had heard once before. Bilbo and (Y/N) looked to Thorin with more respect than they had before. Sure, he was a good leader and many were loyal to him, but now they knew the story of why and of how he had become such a well-respected leader.

It was no wonder to (Y/N) that these dwarves would follow Thorin through such a treacherous journey to Erebor. To fight a horrific battle against a dragon to reclaim the mountain. They all fell asleep -- minus Kili who was put on first watch much to his dismay -- thinking of the epic story Balin told of Thorin's victory. Although the mountain was not reclaimed that day, many dwarves made it back home with minor injuries. The casualties had been high, but without Thorin, they would've been devastating according to Balin.

The next couple days were spent on horseback with few breaks. As they continued on, the sky began to look darker and cloudier with each passing hour. Then...it began to pour down with cold rain. Trudging on through the rain was not on (Y/N)'s bucket list for the journey. Before leaving the comforts of home, they didn't think about how the outdoors...was the outdoors...and the rain...would also be outdoors. The rain soaked their clothing and body, straight through to their bones. 'Lucky me...' they thought sourly as the dwarves behind them on the trail also grumbled and groaned over the weather.

"Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori asked with a groan and heavy sigh.

"It is raining, Master Dwarf." Gandalf replied with an attitude expected from an angsty teenager, "And it will continue to rain until the rain is done." He huffed. (Y/N) had their arms around him, clinging for warmth as they shivered from the cold rain. They felt as he took in a deep breath and calmed his nerves before he continued, "If you wish to change the weathers of the world, you should find yourself another wizard."

"And are there any?" Bilbo asked what the whole group was thinking.

"Any what?" Gandalf asked back, lost in his own thoughts and grumbling.

"Other wizards?" (Y/N) asked, now thoroughly intrigued.

"Why yes, of course!" Gandalf smiled. "There is Saruman the White, our leader. And the two blue wizards..." He paused once more with a frown before he continued, "...You know, I've quite forgotten their names. And there is also Radagast the Brown!" He returned to his smiling self at the thought of his dear friend.

"And..." Bilbo wound up his verbal shot, "Is he a great wizard? Or is he...more like you?" He asked. Gandalf went to answer before pausing and registering his dig. He turned around to face Bilbo and even directed his subtle glare to (Y/N).

"What did I do?" They huffed and glared right back. Eventually, Gandalf ignored the sick burn dished out by Bilbo and the group finally got through the rain. It settled enough for them to have a short rest and eat a decent meal. Just as food was dished out and began to be gobbled down, it then began to downpour once more...right on everyone's soup. "Oh, nice. Extra watery." (Y/N) groaned unhappily.

A few more days of journeying and riding brought the group to a little rundown, destroyed homestead. Or what looked to be left of a homestead. "We'll camp here for the night." Thorin declared after a moment of walking around and examining the area. Gandalf wandered closer to the homestead and looked around at who knows what. It looked completely abandoned, but (Y/N) could almost make out some dishes left around the table and wash basin.

"I think we should continue forwards just a little bit further." Gandalf declared after Thorin began to hand out tasks for setting up camp. "The Hidden Pass is not far from here and I think we'll find Lord Elrond to be..." Gandalf was then cut off by Thorin.

"We will not seek refuge with the elves. We've done fine on our own and this will not change simply because of an abandoned house." A moment's glare was passed between the wizard and dwarf before Thorin turned back to the others, demanding firewood and the ponies to be tied up in a specific spot. Gandalf huffed and grumbled, walking past the group and returning to mount his horse all the while muttering under his breath. A family of spiders crawled their way out of the abandoned house which sent (Y/N) climbing up a tree at record speed.

"Where are you going?" Bilbo asked, moving his attention away from (Y/N) who was currently stuck in the tree like a poor cat. The family of spiders carefully made their way into the forest past (Y/N) and paid the company no mind. Once it was safe enough, (Y/N) climbed down and landed on the floor with a loud thud which earned them a chorus of well-meaning laughter from the group.

"To seek counsel with the only intelligent person in this group." Gandalf declared at once. Baffled by the ease of the group before him.

"And-and...who would that be?" Bilbo glanced at the easily entertained persons of the group and the incredibly stoic persons before glancing back to Gandalf again.

"MYSELF!" He finally snapped and rode off into the distance, leaving the group far behind. Like an angsty teenager running away from their overbearing family, Gandalf left to find a moment's peace and perhaps even enjoy a little smoke. Not much more had to be said by the group. Everyone worked together to set up the camp and cook the food. Fili and Kili were to watch the ponies and make sure they ate and drank something before the group slept for the night. Bilbo was given two bowls of food to take to the brothers. He begrudgingly agreed. Ignoring his own appetite, he walked away from the nice campfire to where the ponies were.

(Y/N) looked around after they finished their bowl of soup. It was strange for Bilbo to not be back after several minutes. They spoke up, "Hey, has anyone seen Bilbo yet? It's not like him to be late for food." The group fell silent and looked around at the camp and abandoned house as they attempted to find the smaller man. Suddenly, out of the bushes burst Fili and Kili. The whole group jumped to their feet and shouted with alarm. Before they could be reprimanded for jumpscaring the group, they shouted out in alarm.

"The ponies! A couple went missing and Bilbo went to see where they wandered to! There was a campfire! He went to investigate! These trolls were going to cook the ponies! We have to help Bilbo!" Fili and Kili declared as they panted, out of breath from sprinting to the camp.

"Show us where this campfire is." Thorin sighed, tiredly. Everyone grabbed their axes and weapons and took off, insisting (Y/N) stay behind. (Y/N) shook their head and insisted on going with the group. They'd much rather not be alone in the creepy forest. The group reluctantly agreed, but under the condition they keep back from the trolls and remain hidden in the bushes and trees. (Y/N) nodded at this. They clearly had a grand reputation of climbing and dismounting trees gracefully. Kili and Fili led the way through the trees and bushes until a small light like a fire could be spotted and loud voices boomed in an argument. It was a surprise the entire forest did not hear the trolls' arguing.

Once the group approached the campfire, they noticed the trolls were holding Bilbo hostage in their hands, up in the air, and were waving him around like a little doll. Kili was the first to charge in and struck the troll holding Bilbo. Although, to the troll it may have felt more like a pinprick rather than a slice from a sword. The troll dropped Bilbo and cried out a loud, high-pitched shriek. The rest of the group followed after Kili and began rushing the trolls, slicing and stabbing at their ankles, wrists and feet. (Y/N) went to climb the nearest tree for safety. Until they saw Bilbo picking up a troll's knife and carrying it over to the captured ponies. He began to slowly saw away at the rope that tied the fencing together, holding the ponies. (Y/N) moved towards Bilbo quickly and quietly. They hoisted one end of the knife over their shoulder and together Bilbo and (Y/N) managed to saw the rope away and release all of the captured ponies.

The dwarves continued to put up a good fight until a troll caught sight of the escaped ponies and Bilbo and (Y/N). He rushed over and made grabby hands at the duo. The frightened hobbit and menace evaded the troll's grasp as best they could. Dodging and rolling to the side, running and ducking. Until they were unfortunately captured and then waved around like little dolls. The other trolls grabbed their knives and aimed them at the Bilbo and (Y/N), threatening to cut if the dwarves didn't surrender. This had the dwarves' full attention.

"Lasso?" Gloin sighed without malice.

"I'm sorry! Bro came at me like a bloody shylock!!" ((1920s slang for 'loanshark')). "I didn't have time to react!"

"It's alright. We yield." Thorin spoke roughly and with attitude, like an angsty teenager, and they all dropped their weapons in surrender as Bilbo and (Y/N) remained held in a painfully tight grasp with knives to their heads. Soon, all the dwarves had been picked up and either tied to a cooking spit, or put into a potato sack and then tossed into a pile on the ground. Bilbo and (Y/N) were also put into their own potato sacks and tossed in with the dwarves.

Bilbo and (Y/N) caught sight of a tall man in a grey cloak scuttling past between two great boulders surrounded by bushes. They quickly made eye contact and Bilbo thought fast just as the trolls spoke about needing to "speed things up before the sunrise kills them." He jumped up in his little potato sack and hopped over.

"Wait! You're doing it wrong!" He declared. (Y/N) hopped over in a potato sack of their own.

"Yes! You're awfully bad at cooking dwarf, aren't you?"

"You whot?" The trolls growled. "How do you know all about cooking dwarf?"

"Lovely family meal for the uhhh, the holiday season." Bilbo gulped.

"Yeah, it feeds the whole family for a week." (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

"Well, what would you have us do then?" A troll towered over, leaning down slightly to listen.

"Well, there's a secret to cooking dwarf thoroughly. All that tough meat...hard to chew." Bilbo cleared his throat, searching his mind desperately for any thought at all.

"Well, go on then! Go on then!" The troll bellowed, "Tell us the secret!"

"Yes, yes...I-I'm telling you the secret." Bilbo huffed exasperatedly as he quickly thought of an excuse to delay for time. "The secret is...the secret is...you need to...skin them first!" He finally finished. The dwarves began an uproar, horrified by this 'betrayal'. The trolls quickly argued amongst themselves — a common occurrence — about how the dwarves needed to be cooked to taste the best and one of them stepped away from the trio to pick up poor Bombur as he stated his point. Bombur looked up at the troll in horror as the troll spoke.

"Why, you could eat 'em raw! I've done it plenty of times before! Nice and juicy!" The troll grinned and opened its' mouth. (Y/N) cringed, but spoke out quickly in a panic.

"No! Not that one! He has parasites and worms in his...tubes!" They declared semi-confidently.

"EUGH!" The troll exclaimed and dropped poor Bombur with a face full of disgust.

"You whot?" The other trolls questioned. This information was greatly confusing to them. Bilbo, noticing the confusion, decided that was the best topic to stay on to delay until sunrise. It clearly had their attention.

"Hey! We don't have parasites!" Kili defended indignantly.

"Parasites?" Fili was quite offended by this.

"Parasites? Did he say we have parasites?" Oin asked as he was without his hearing aid horn.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites!" Kili huffed out from his spot on the ground.

"I don't know what you're talking about lasso!" Gloin shouted over from beside Oin. Thorin caught on to what the two newest members of the group were doing and decided to agree with them. Thorin kicked Gloin to shut him up. He kicked him so hard it hurt the two dwarf princes beside him and everyone shut up immediately. Suddenly their tunes had changed. "I've...got parasites as big as my arm!" Gloin declared instead.

"Mine are the biggest parasites!" Kili declared loudly.

"I've got huge parasites!" Fili nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we're riddled!" Ori agreed from the rotating cooking spit he was tied to.

"What would you have us do instead then?" A troll loomed over (Y/N) and growled out, "Let them all go!?"

"Well..." Bilbo shrugged his shoulders as best he could in a potato sack.

"Do you take us for fools?" Another troll stepped forwards.

"Well..." (Y/N) shrugged their shoulders as best they could.

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf shouted as he suddenly appeared on top of the largest boulder.

"Who's that?" A troll asked.

"No idea." The other replied.

"Can we eat him?" The third questioned. Gandalf didn't give them anymore time to react. He raised his staff and suddenly struck the boulder he stood on, magically cracking it in half. As the cracked boulder fell away it revealed the sun, rising from the East. Almost at once, the trolls' skin began to turn to stone and they shriveled up and died. Everyone huffed sighs of relief and slowly Gandalf helped Bilbo and (Y/N) to untie everyone. Once they were all safe and had their weapons back, Thorin and Gandalf spoke quietly. Just barely loud enough for the whole group to hear.

"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far South?" Thorin questioned.

"Oh, not for an age...not since a darker power ruled these lands." Gandalf answered with a look of great concern. "They could not move in sunlight. There must be a troll cave nearby." Gandalf concluded thoughtfully. He lead the group to a nearby cave and inside they saw all sorts of treasures, gold, merchandise and weapons from previous victims of travellers.

"Holy mackerel." (Y/N) gasped as they entered the cave. It went from appearing small, to opening up and revealing a big room with enough space for the trolls to move around. Inside the troll horde, Oin, Gloin and Bofur began to put all the gold and jewellry they could get their hands on into a small chest and then bury it inside the cave in a slightly obvious place.

"Making a future investment." Gloin declared when Dwalin raised an eyebrow at him. Before Nori could swipe a gorgeous silver bracelet, (Y/N) snatched it up and began dusting it with their tunic. Nori poked his tongue at (Y/N) and they quickly reciprocated, except they stopped almost as soon as they started. Nori, however, was caught by his older brother Dori.

"Nori! What're you doing that for? You're being a sore loser, ey?" Dori huffed and dragged the guilty younger dwarf away from (Y/N) who continued to victoriously clean their new bracelet. The bracelet had a single (birthstone from your birth month) in the centre with delicate leaf patterns surrounding it, holding it in place. The bracelet looked more like a silver wreath with all the tiny leaf patterns which adorned it. Gandalf and Thorin had found a barrel of stolen swords and weapons. Thorin picked up two decent blades, cleaned off some cobwebs, handed one to Gandalf and began to unsheathe his to examine it further.

"An elvish blade...from the first age..." Gandalf muttered in surprise as he stepped closer to examine both weapons. Thorin paused and began to put his back. "You could not ask for a better blade!" Gandalf declared loudly. Thorin swallowed his pride and nodded. He decided to take it after all. Despite his distrust and dislike for the elves, he could admire and appreciate good craftsmanship. The group began filtering from the cave, but Gandalf lingered a moment more. Once he emerged to rejoin the group, he handed Bilbo a tiny elvish dagger that would be perfect for him to wield as a sword. Then (Y/N) received an elvish blade which was light, easy to move at a quick speed. Theirs was slightly longer than Bilbo's dagger. (Imagine a Jian sword). "These are about your sizes." He noted.

"Oh, my gosh it's gorgeous." (Y/N) admired their blade carefully, unsheathing it and continuing to wipe cobwebs off. "And you're trusting me with this?" They grinned wide like a Cheshire cat.

"For now...unless you prove to be too reckless." Gandalf sighed with a heaviness only a tired grandpa could manage. "Bilbo, while both are elvish blades, only yours will glow blue if there are orcs or goblins nearby."

"Aw man." (Y/N) pouted as they attempted to tie the sword's sheath to their waist. This was not going well and they had to step away to Fili for help. They returned to stand beside Bilbo and Gandalf in less than a minute after Fili had finished helping.

"I...I have never used a sword in my life." Bilbo finally whispered after admiring the work that had been put into the beautiful blade.

"And I hope you never have to." Gandalf nodded. "And if either of you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing, not when to take a life, but when to spare one." He spoke softly. The Hobbit and Menace(tm) listened intently to his words. The soft moment was broken by Thorin calling out.

"Something's coming!" He declared. The group got into fighting stances and waited as something came barrelling towards them.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" A voice cried out from the trees to the group's left. A strange brown cloaked wizard then came to rest in front of the group with cute rabbits that had pulled his sled.

"Pick one, please. Not all three. This isn't bingo night." (Y/N) groaned.

"Ah! Radagast the Brown!" Gandalf stepped forward and greeted his old friend with cheer and confusion evident in his tone and expression. "What on Earth are you doing here?" He questioned as his expression and tone turned from cheer to concern.

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong." Radagast explained. He looked terrified and gravely serious as he stared at the group.

"Yes?" Gandalf waited surprisingly patiently for his friend to continue. Radagast went to speak, but stopped himself several times, evidently trying to remember what he had come to talk about.

"Just give me a minute...oh!" Radagast huffed out frustratedly and flapped his arms up and then down in despair. "It was on the tip of my tongue! Right on the tip of my tongue and now I can't remember!" He paused a moment and then looked back to the group, "Oh, it wasn't a thought at all. It was a silly ol' stick insect." He spoke half mumbling as Gandalf picked the bug out of his friend's mouth. Bilbo and (Y/N) made eye contact and took a couple steps back from the well-meaning, but clearly insane man. Kili and Fili followed suit. Gandalf and Radagast moved to have a quiet conversation over on the other side of a pile of old, mossy rocks away from the rest of the group. Once they finally moved to join the rest of the group once more, looking gravely serious and stressed, (Y/N) spoke up with concern.

"Guys, I'd love to sit down and chat; tea, cake and the whole shebang, but we really gotta skitty." ((1970s slang for 'hurry and leave')) (Y/N) nervously looked around as sudden dread filled their entire body. Suddenly, a warg cry could be heard and everyone else understood their meaning. They had stayed in one spot for far too long and were obviously being tracked by something — or someone — dangerous.

"I shall hold them off for as long as I can, keeping their attention so you can all run for safety." Radagast cried out and jumped onto his sled.

"No!" Gandalf took hold of the brown wizard's arm. "Those are not wolves, they are wargs! Fast and dangerous! You wouldn't be able to outrun them!"

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits!" Radagast looked Gandalf in the eye with a glint of amusement. "I'd like to see them try." Gandalf met his eyes with a grin and let him go. He raced off and began calling out taunts and jests to get the wargs' attention on him. Gandalf turned to the group and quickly cried out in a half hushed voice:

"Follow me!" He stated and then began to run in the direction opposite to Radagast. The rest of the group had no choice but to follow him. They ran through the forest until they came to a clearing and hills with rocks all around them and still they ran on. Radagast's hoots and hollers could be heard in the distance and each time he barely came into sight, the group ducked behind boulders and large rocks to let the wargs pass by in their chase so they remained unseen. The group ran quickly and determinedly, following Gandalf with no questions asked. (Y/N)'s only thought was to keep up with the group; their thighs were burning in pain like hell and they could feel a stitch in their side was starting.

The group ducked behind a boulder once more, but not before Ori accidentally got the attention of a warg and his orc rider. The two came above the group, sniffing the air and ground and looking everywhere but down. Thorin nodded to Kili, who then took out his bow and an arrow and then nocked it. Once he received another nod from Thorin, he sprinted forwards and turned around so fast, firing off the arrow and taking down the warg, (Y/N) felt their neck heat up. The group lunged at the half-dead warg and his orc rider, attacking quickly and without mercy. The warg let out a half-cry before dying, but it was enough to gain the attention of all the other wargs and orcs. When the valley turned quiet, the group knew it was too late. Their cover was blown and they'd been found out.

"Do you think they noticed?" Ori whispered to (Y/N) and Dori who were closest to him. The group looked at each other and then Bilbo scurried forwards to peek around a boulder. The wargs and orcs were looking straight at him, gathering themselves into a group before moving. The group didn't wait a second more for the wargs to start charging in their direction.

"Yup they definitely noticed." Bilbo squeaked. The group took off running as quickly as they could once more, still being led by Gandalf who refused to look at any of them after their little stunt of giving away their location. (Y/N) equated the feeling to a parent who wasn't mad...just disappointed. Finally, the group found themselves at some secret entrance looking crack in the ground between two boulders.

"Go, go, go!" Gandalf ordered. Thorin looked to the entrance, then back at the wargs charging forwards and his kin defending themselves. Kili had begun firing arrows, Ori used his slingshot and Nori had grabbed out his sword, waiting for the approaching orcs. Thorin then nodded to his loyal group. That's all it took and Dwalin and Balin jumped down into the hidden entrance of a tunnel. Next when Dori who dragged Nori and Ori with him. Bilbo and (Y/N) wasted no time following, but (Y/N) did glance back to Kili who continued to buy the group some time. This did not go unnoticed by Bilbo, however he'd bring it up when things were calmer. Bifur and Bofur jumped down after and Bombur quickly followed them. Oin and Gloin were next, then Thorin turned to Fili who adamantly refused to go without his brother.

"Kili!!!" Thorin called as loud as he could, "Run!!!" This got his attention and he took off running to join the group in the secret entrance, putting his arrow back into his quiver. Fili jumped into the tunnel and Kili followed with Gandalf and Thorin right after them. A loud horn sounded out through the valley as the group unsheathed their weapons, ready to take on a fight in case it was orcs. Gandalf, however, made no move to do the same. He knew the sound of that horn. Horses' hooves stormed across the valley ground above the tunnel and the subtle sound of arrows firing and hitting their targets could be heard. That subtle sound being the wargs and orcs cries of pain before dropping dead.

Suddenly, an orc fell into the tunnel and the whole group backed away so it landed on the ground with a hard thud. Thorin bent down and picked an arrow out of its' head and examined the craftsmanship very closely. "Elves." He declared, eyes boring into Gandalf's guilty gaze. An awkward silence filled the tunnel as the sound of the horses' faded into the distance and all the sounds of battle stopped. No one spoke up until Dwalin, who was unaware of this realisation, spoke up from the front of the group.

"I think this path in the tunnel leads to a way out!" He declared to the rest of the group. Thorin didn't say anything, so neither did anyone else. Even (Y/N) didn't want to speak with the awkward tension that hung in the air between Thorin and Gandalf. The group simply followed Dwalin through a series of paths that indeed took them outside of the small cave system. There, they all stood in awe on the rocky cliffs which looked into the most beautiful valley they'd ever seen. Waterfalls and the most green nature (Y/N) had seen outside of the Shire, surrounded a small settlement which stood in the centre of it all, half carved into cliffs and the mountains. The only paths to this shining, glistening architecture was across bridges.

Even from this far back, (Y/N) could see the intricate detailing on the buildings, statues and rooftops and they greatly wished to study it closer. It was clearly Elven and it was the most beautiful place they'd ever seen. The smell of fresh flowers and nature engulfed their senses and the sound of birds chirping in the trees, and small critters scuttling into bushes and some fish splashing in the river caught their attention all at once. Everywhere they looked it was stunning and as the adrenaline and tension quickly left their body, they realised they felt safe and at peace.

"So this was your plan all along? To seek refuge with our enemy?" Thorin accused Gandalf.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf retaliated before calming himself down. "We have a map we cannot read and questions we need answered. This will have to be handled with tact and no small degree of charm." He sighed as Thorin bowed his head in slightly shame at his own behaviour. "Which is why you all shall leave the talking to me." He finished, walking forwards through the group to lead them across a bridge and into Rivendell. The entire group feigned offense and there were small 'hurt' gasps from some of the group, but no one made any move to disagree.

~ Quicksilver ~

If you're sad and crying, Peter's first thought would be to bring you snacks like twinkies, donuts, chocolate and your favourite drink. He'd also grab a box of tissues and then sit beside you and ask if you wanted to talk about what had upset you. He'd be a listening ear if you wanted to rant, or vent. And if you didn't want to talk about it? He'd stay with you and keep you company, giving you hugs (if you'd like) and telling silly stories about how he'd trip when running, or how he accidentally overheard the neighbour's last petty fight.

If you're sick he'd ask his mum to make you soup (he can't cook to save his life) and he'd bring you water and whatever medicines you might need. He'd make sure you had a comfortable spot in the living room and he'd put your favourite movie on the tv.

If you experience menstrual cramps he'd be on his way to the store before you even asked. Hygiene products, bags of your favourite chips, chocolate and extra pain killer medicines would be delivered to you in a little gift basket with a note saying "I love you". After his store run, he'd heat up your heat pack and then snuggle in beside you for cuddles (or on top of you on the couch like a weighted blanket).

If you're overtired he's the first to check in on you. Pete would bring you tea (or juice), a home cooked meal his mum made and then offer to lay down with you and rest, or you both go out somewhere. If you choose to go out somewhere, he'd take you to a skate park first and then for a walk through a park (his plan is to exhaust you physically so you can sleep easier).

If you're stressed he's right there with water. Once your most important work is finished, he's practically begging for you both to do something. His bribe is "only for a few minutes" and you give in knowing it'd be longer than that. You both play a couple games of table tennis and pacman before heading to a park and messing around on the equipment (swings, monkey bars, etc).

~ Nightcrawler ~

If you're sad and crying, at first, he might assume the worst. He'd check if you were injured or hurt, or if someone had been horrible to you then he'd ask you to tell him who it was. No matter what the reasoning, he'd be right there beside you to help you. He'll listen if you need to get it off your chest, he'll teleport briefly to bring you tissues and water, and he'd wrap his tail around your waist to hold you close. If you need a distraction from everything, he'd offer to take you out somewhere like a museum, or aquarium.

If you're sick? He'd bring you everything without question. There's no need for you to get up if you feel faint and dizzy. He'll bring you your medicine, soup and toast, water, an electrolyte drink and he'll check your fever often.

If you experience menstrual cramps, he might not be entirely sure how to help. He'll heat up your heat pack, bring you snacks and pain killer medicine and keep you company. If you want him to read to you, he will. If you want him to watch something with you, then he will. If you want to go out, or stay home, he'd be with you the whole time. He felt bad not knowing how to help you so offering you his company is the least he felt he could do.

If you're overtired, Kurt would make you a sleepy time tea, or your favourite tea, (or a warm milk drink with flavoured syrup). If you're on the couch unable to sleep, he'll slowly teleport in pillows and blankets and plushies until you're completely surrounded. He may put some sort of low-stimulation cartoon on the tv (like old disney) and then offer you a head or back massage while you rest.

If you're stressed, he'd watch you from the shadows of the room you're in. You won't be able to see him because he'd be completely invisible in the dark and he'd use this to his advantage. The minute your priority work was done, he's teleporting over and wrapping you in a big hug. He'd greet you with the biggest smile as if he didn't spend the last fifteen minutes waiting for an opportunity to make you take a break. "Liebling, there's a new cafe just down the street. Would you please join me for a hot drink and cake?" Honestly, how could you resist his bright smile and cheery demeanor? You'd probably respond with something like, "just for a few minutes", but let's be real he wouldn't be letting you return to work until you had a proper half hour break at the very least.

~ Gambit ~

If you're sad and crying, he'd want to know what was wrong straight away. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd offer you a hug and then a distraction instead. You can't be sad if he's finding ways to make you smile. Pulling harmless pranks on Cyclops and Wolverine, raiding the kitchen for the best snacks you can find, sitting on the rooftop with a blanket and your goody haul, watching a group of young mutants play soccer in the distance. The entire time he'd be giving you the cheesiest compliments you'd ever heard.

If you're sick then he'd make homemade chicken noodle soup. Remy is a wonderful cook and he's gonna be determined to make sure you eat something when you're feeling unwell. He wouldn't mind if you didn't want to go to a doctor. He'd get you the medicine you need himself. Remy would a hundred percent cuddle with you if you let him. 'Contagious illness' sounds like a challenge.

If you experience menstrual cramps then he'd bring you everything you ask for (and then some). He'd get you a gift basket of hygiene products, your favourite snacks and chocolate, a stuffed plush of your favourite animal, your favourite soft drink (soda) and even a new cover for your heat pack if yours is getting old or dirty. He'd watch whatever tv you want to. Trashy tv? Sure! Rom-com? Say less! He'd be completely invested in the plot, enough to point out plot holes and make you laugh.

If you're overtired then he'd lay down with you until you can fall asleep. If you struggle with insomnia, he'd read to you (even if you don't fall asleep, at least you can rest and hear a nice story). If you're restless, he'd take you out for a couple of drinks at a nice bar, or maybe a late night snack run. Then he'd drive you both around until you found somewhere nice to stop and eat. If you fall asleep on the drive back home, he'd carry you into the house and to your bed.

If you're stressed and focused on your work to the point you don't even notice him? He'd place a glass of water in front of you and then rest his chin on top of your head. He'd wait for you to finish your current tasks and acknowledge him before he turns you away from your work. "Seems like you need a break, chere." He'd make sure you eat something and then rest. He'll lay on top of you if he has to. He takes stress very seriously and will make sure you don't burn yourself out. If you have to return to work after the break, he'd make you a coffee and sugary snack.

~ Rogue ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear, wanting to know exactly what had happened. She'd get angry on your behalf if it has to do with people, coworkers, or neighbours. If you simply want comfort, then she'd offer you her company and time. She'd take you somewhere nice, like a park, or maybe a nice drive to the beach. Some place where you can feel sad, but hopefully start feeling a little bit better. On the drive, she'd buy you both your favourite fast food.

If you're sick, she'd bring you soup and suggest maybe seeing a doctor. If you insist you don't need a doctor then she'd ask McCoy the best way to help you. He'd suggest the right medicines for your symptoms and the best way you can rest so you'd feel better sooner. She'd keep an eye on you if you had a fever and if it got too high for her liking she'd be taking you to McCoy.

If you experience menstrual cramps? She'd understand very well what you'd be going through. She'd offer you massages (head, shoulders, stomach, back), she'd help you wash up for the day and take the pain killer you need and then she'd make a hearty breakfast for you both to enjoy while watching something on tv.

If you're overtired, she'd offer to take you on a late night drive (or flight) depending on how you felt about heights/flying. She wouldn't be keen on getting food unless it was a little snack and a nice hot drink. If you eat too much food before finally falling asleep, you could wake up feeling sick or unwell from indigestion. She'd also read with you, or stay up painting your nails if you enjoy that and simply talking about life, how your week went and high school stories are definite. She had very interesting high school experiences (her teachers were nightmares).

If you're stressed, she'd insist on you taking a break (whether your most important work was done or not). In her opinion, you can't be burning yourself out over a few tasks at work. The work should be split up better and she'll die on that hill. She'd take you away for a well-earned break, meal and distraction. Anna-Marie would play darts with you, pool/billiards, table tennis and literally any other game if it'll take your mind off your work. Poker, or basketball, maybe even volleyball.

~ Storm ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear and her quiet, comforting presence. She won't make you talk about it if you don't want to, but she'd be there to give you advice if you needed it. Ororo would believe in confronting what had made you upset in the first place, rather than distracting yourself from it. But she'd understand if you wanted some time to process things before dealing with what had happened.

If you're sick she'd a hundred percent cook for you. Toast, a smoothie (yes this counts as cooking), a little plate of cut fruit. She'd cut the fruit into little shapes if it helped you eat it. She'd bring you straight to McCoy, or she'd bring McCoy straight to you. He'd give you some medicine for your symptoms and then let the mother hen Ororo take back over looking after you.

If you experience menstrual cramps, she'd be right there with you. She'd sleep-in with you, make a nice warm bath/shower for you both to enjoy with a couple nice candles and then a warm heat pack right after with your favourite movies lined up to watch on the tv. It'd be a nice rest day for the both of you and she'd love to cuddle with you on the couch with cups of hot chocolate.

If you're overtired then she'd be the first to suggest a walk about the grounds and gardens. She'd get you a melatonin and calming cup of tea (or a hot chocolate) if you'd like. She'd set up a blanket and couple of pillows on the rooftop and lay down with you just watching the stars and pointing out little constellations that she might recognize.

If you're stressed, she'd offer to take you somewhere for a break. She'd wait until your most important work was done and then take you to a planetarium, or museum. Ororo would take you on a little window shopping and even buy you a couple nice new outfits or books. After a few hours, she'd let you return to work, but not without you promising to take more frequent breaks (even if it's just for water and food).

~ Shadowcat ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd immediately want to comfort you with hugs, food and a silly, comedy movie. She won't ask you to talk about it, but she'd be a good listener if you chose to talk about it. She might even suggest playing some 'Just Dance' or pulling a harmless prank on someone to take your mind off whatever was happening.

If you're sick, she'd bring you a cup of soup mix and make it for you. She'd offer to take you to a doctor, but if you refuse she'd get you medicines that'd help ease your symptoms. Something for a runny nose, or a cough and she'd put on your favourite tv show to binge watch together. She may keep her distance though, she won't want to catch your cold or flu.

If you experience menstrual cramps then she understands all too well. She'd offer you her heat pack, pain medicine and hygiene products and then she'd put on the saddest movie she could possibly find so you could both cry and eat chocolate and ice-cream together. She's more likely to do this if she's also started her period. If you don't enjoy watching sad movies? Say no more, she'll find the cringiest comedy you'd ever seen with the worst plot holes. Consistent storyline and character arcs? Never heard of them in this movie or show!

If you're overtired then she'd insist on you resting. You don't have to sleep if you can't, but she'd still insist you rest and close your eyes for a little while. Insomnia? Kitty would get you melatonin, a sleepy time tea (or a cup of warm milk) and then she'd read to you. Just can't stay still to sleep? She'd take you out to walk through the area you live (city, or town) and then you'd both get some snacks from an open late store before heading back home.

If you're stressed she'd offer you a distraction. Kitty would tell you stories from her high school days, or when she first figured out her powers. She'd probably won't wait for you to finish your work, so long as you had a couple days left before you needed to finish it. She'd drag you away to take a very necessary break. You'd both bake, or cook, together, have a little nap and maybe even do face masks/a skincare routine together.

~ Quicksilver ~

He'd definitely draw cat whiskers on your face with a marker while you nap. He'd even colour in the tip of your nose like a cat's nose.

Wherever you place your shoes, he'd move them a few centimeters to the side and put his there. He'd then wait, watching for you to notice and react.

If you own makeup, he'd start doing some subtle eyeshadow and then slowly increase how much eyeshadow he wears until you notice. If you notice, but say nothing and don't react, he'd continue applying heavier eyeshadow until it touched his eyebrows. He'd probably choose dark blue, or sparkly silver eyeshadow too.

He'd be the type to pause when running by you and stand behind you, tap you on one shoulder, but then move to the opposite to surprise you with a kiss on the cheek. He'd then take off again before you can say anything.

If you own plushies/stuffed toys? He'd have so much fun. Especially if you own candles, a yoga mat, books and any sort of plastic cups. He'll set up a whole tea party for your plushies in the corner of your room. He'd make a fort for them with books and a blanket in the center of your room. One day he might set your bed up like the plushies are telling scary stories with open books and unlit candles around them and a group cowering in the corner of your bed.

Peter's the type to wear sunglasses so you "can't see what he's looking at" when out in public and then move in front of you and stare (very obviously) at your chest, biceps, or he'd move to your side and look at your ass. He would not be subtle about it either. He'd make sure you knew exactly where he was looking.

~ Nightcrawler ~

He'd stand to one side of you and use his tail to tap your opposite shoulder when you're not looking. He'd do it a couple times, while making sure you knew it was him though. He wouldn't want to do something that irritated you, or upset you in any way.

He'd only pull pranks he'd think would make you laugh or smile. He'd get one of those label printing machines and put labels on a bunch of random stuff in your room and bathroom. Your light switch? Labelled. Your shower? Labelled. Your bedroom wall? Labelled. Your pet? A label right on top of their little head.

Kurt would leave sticky notes with smiley faces on a random object in your room until it was completely covered, or you noticed. You have a box of tissues you rarely touch, or use? He is slowly covering every millimeter of space on that box with sticky note smiley faces. You know it's him too. You see him subtly sneak closer to the tissue box and then quickly move away as inconspicuously as possible.

If you have hair that can be braided (even the tiniest braid) he'd offer to do it for you. He'd braid your hair and sneakily put in cute hair clips, or flowers to decorate the braid. He'd consider this a prank, because he didn't ask you first. If you don't have hair, but wear hats or headbands of any kind, he'd instead attach little decorations to those without damaging them.

If you own jewellry of any kind (bracelets, watches, necklaces, rings, etc) he'd definitely wear a couple when you go out. He's always very careful to not ruin, misplace, or break them. He makes sure it's obvious and he'll strut and sway his hips when he wears quite a bit of your jewellry.

Kurt's the type to get embarrassing couples' t-shirts and Christmas sweaters. Doesn't even have to be specifically for Christmas, sometimes he'll beg you to wear it just for a trip to the grocery store during Autumn. It's embarrassing, but it's fun. And yes, he'd consider this a 'prank' because it's silly and fun and can make you laugh (please don't contradict him or explain how a prank is 'supposed' to work).

~ Gambit ~

If you enjoy card tricks, he'd offer to show you some. He'd 'shuffle' a big deck of cards and then ask you to pick a card, "any card, mon ami" and he'd watch carefully to see the card you go to pick. If you go for a card he has clearly labelled to help him with the trick, the minute you reach for the card he'd grab it and throw it over his head saying "you don't want that one, chère" and it'd explode on the ground behind him. The next card you pick and place back into the deck, he'd find immediately after messing around with the deck of cards. Except the card he pulled had a little marker dot on the corner which yours didn't have. You're certain he had two types of each card in his hand for the trick.

He'd sticky tape fruit to the fruit stand. You'll go to pick up an apple, or banana, and find you're met with resistance. You'll then notice the thin bit of sticky tape holding the fruit hostage to the fruit stand. It ends up peeling off pretty easily.

If you work from home, when he has a day off and he's bored, he'll pick a figurine, or plush, you own and move it around the house. You'll see it in the kitchen with a bowl and spoon beside it; in the living room with sunglasses and a book open and once you even saw it carefully sticky taped to the ceiling fan.

Sometimes, Remy will use food dye when he bakes for you. Pancakes? They're now pink. Waffles? They're now yellow. Chocolate chip cookies? Dyed blue. It has no extra flavour or anything, no it simply changes the colour to something bright.

Remy's the type to sneak up on you (if you're okay with it) and give you a surprise hug, or kiss. He'd be as silent as possible and even suddenly appear from around a corner, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you up into the air with a little spin before setting you back down and kissing your forehead.

If you enjoy doing lego builds, puzzles, or colouring-in, when you walk away in the middle of the activity, he'll come over and find a piece of lego or puzzle that you'd been searching for. He'd then put it in a more obvious spot and move away. If you're colouring-in, he'll choose a colour and then move the marker, or pencil, closer to your art as a suggestion. Don't be too surprised if you come back to your activity to find a couple of pieces of puzzle, or lego, or a few pencils moved. He'll consider this a prank, because he only does this when you leave the room for a moment.

~ Rogue ~

She'd be the type to ask if you want to play a game of cards, or poker, and if you say "yes" she'd bring out these massive playing cards. When holding the cards up (to the best of your ability) you can't see Anna Marie over the cards no matter how hard you try. To shuffle them is a nightmare and to play a game without dropping them is half the fun.

If it's your turn to do the dishes, she'd hold onto a random spoon, or fork, and wait until you're nearly done before handing it to you with a cheeky grin and a "thank you kindly, sugar". She'd then run away as fast as possible before you could splash the dirty, soapy water onto her.

Anna Marie would probably love leaving misleading compliment notes around where you'll see them. On your nightstand would be a note reading: "you should give up...on trying to look bad, because sugar you look good everyday." On your fridge a note read: "stop trying...to cook a bad meal I love everything you make <3".

If you own a chess board, she'd set it up in your living room and make a new scene nearly everyday. There was a funeral for a fallen king (there was a candle near the knocked over king piece and a little handkerchief covered him), a forbidden romance between the white and black bishops (the white castle caught them in the act "how scandalous"), and once the pawns started a revolution against the monarchy (pawns from both sides teamed up together in solidarity).

Sometimes, if Rogue sees you getting a picture taken (maybe journalists recognize you as an x-men, or maybe your friend dropped by and took a selfie with you), she'll find a way to photo bomb the picture from the background by striking various silly poses. Sometimes Scott and Jubilee join her.

Once she pranked you on April Fools Day. She walked up to you and gave you a hug and kiss like usual. She then asked if you wanted to hold hands and shop together. When you said yes, she slowly went to take her gloves off. Your astonishment was quickly replaced by confusion and surprise as she took her gloves off to reveal: a second pair of gloves. She took those off too. Lo and behold there was a third pair of gloves. At this point you wondered "how many gloves is she wearing?" Your question was eventually answered. She was laughing hysterically at your reaction to her seventh and final pair of gloves. These she ended up leaving on, but she gave you another hug and kiss. "Happy April Fools Day, sugar!" You both had a good day at the shops after the prank.

~ Storm ~

She'd probably love putting googly eyes on a bunch of random items around the house. The microwave, the kettle, a pencil, your pet, door handles and once you even found googly eyes on your shoes.

When Ororo got very bored and you were at work, she'd change your pillowcases to fresh ones. Not so bad right? Except she'd have bought the most incredible pillowcases she could find at the store and that's what she'd change them to when you were at work. The pillowcases would have pictures of silly hamsters, or just a zoomed in face of a bird. Once you came home to Edward Cullen and Jacob Black pillowcases from Twilight.

If you leave her with your phone, she'd find a way to change your general ringtone to a ringtone of her singing off-key on purpose. Each time she did it, she'd change the song she sung too. Once it was "Hopelessly Devoted to You" and another time it was "Bring me to Life".

If she was really bored, she'd probably put food colouring in your milk products. Suddenly, you'll be making your cups of tea or coffee with pink, or purple, milk.

She might use double sided tape to stick coins onto walls, desks, countertops or other spots. If you don't find the taped coins, they eventually fall off and the sound of hidden coins falling to the ground will sometimes make you jump.

She once went through your pile of clean socks and made all the pairs mismatched. She folded them too, so you couldn't tell until you unfolded them.

~ Shadowcat ~

She'd definitely hold an item behind her back as you look for it. And when you ask if she's seen it, she'd shake her head "no" while holding back a grin. When you ask to see behind her back she'd run so you end up chasing her around the room until she hands it over.

Kitty would hang out with you in the kitchen while you're making food and then grab your bowl, or plate, and run off with it. Or she'd quickly grab the bowl, or plate, and move it to a different spot in the kitchen. If she hides it in a cupboard, she'd give you hints on which one it was in.

If you have photographs around your home, or bedroom, Kitty would have a lot of fun putting paper mustaches on different people in the pictures. Fortunately, she used an adhesive that was temporary and wouldn't damage the glass on frames, or the paper photographs. Unfortunately, that meant the paper mustaches fell off after only two days.

Kitty would take a bunch of selfies with silly faces, fake mustaches, silly poses or random accessories and then print them out. She'd then put them in books you read, under your computer mouse, inside your wallet, taped to your water bottle, inside your lunch box (or bag) and you even found a couple inside your fridge.

Once, she bought a couple cheap bags of party balloons and blew them all up and left them all over the house. It was a lot of fun for your pets, but walking through the house and not stepping on the balloons proved to be quite the challenge.

~ Quicksilver ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching blue, or white, lightning bolts.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching worms wearing cowboy hats.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have animals holding gaming controllers. e.g: you could have a calico cat holding a gaming controller and he might have a golden retriever dog holding a gaming controller.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably little hearts with each other's initials inside them. e.g: you'd have a heart with "p.m" inside it.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a blue orchid for him and he'd have a tattoo of your favourite flower.

~ Nightcrawler ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching sun and moon tattoos, or angel halo and angel wings tattoos (but one has white and the other has gold).

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have matching black and white cats tangled in strings of yarn, or your favourite animals sharing earphones.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably get dinosaur tattoos in each other's favourite colours.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have white, or gold, stars or sparkles.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a blue cornflower for him and he'd have a tattoo of your favourite flower.

~ Gambit ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have a 'Queen of Hearts' playing card and he'd have a 'King of Hearts' playing card.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have silly cats. e.g: you might have a surprised black cat tattoo and he might have a tattoo of a black cat holding a knife in its' mouth.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have two crows holding each other's favourite flowers, or your favourite animals wearing sunglasses.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have little hearts on your collarbones where you love to kiss each other, or you'd get butterflies (one wing being red for gambit and the other being your eye colour).

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd both probably have red roses with your initials along the stems.

~ Rogue ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching constellation tattoos. e.g: orion, or lepus, or each other's star signs.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have stars, hearts, or sparkles on the back of your hands where your fingers touch when intertwined.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have 'player 1' and 'player 2'. Or, you might get frogs wearing silly hats.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have raccoons in ski masks, or your favourite animals holding hands.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have an orange gladiolus flower tattoo for her with a sun above it and she'd have your favourite flower with a moon above it.

~ Storm ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have the sun and moon, or storm clouds with lightning.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have ferrets in colourful clown hats, or mice talking to each other on the phone.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have your favourite animals painting each other onto a canvas.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have inspirational quotes, or each other's birthday, or hands holding with the red string of fate intertwining them.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a skeleton flower tattoo for her and she'd have your favourite flower.

~ Shadowcat ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have the crown on your shoulder birthmark tattoo from Barbie: Princess and The Pauper, or you'd have matching tiara and crown tattoos.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have cat paw prints, or number tattoos. e.g: 444, 224, or maybe each other's birthdays, or maybe an anniversary date.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have rats holding your favourite flowers, or your favourite animals wearing silly hats. e.g: cowboy or wizard hats.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have shrimps in each other's favourite colour, or your favourite animals posing like runway models.

You had awoken with a stupid tummy ache. That was all it was. You thought to yourself, 'you probably didn't get enough sleep,' although many would consider six hours to be a decent rest. After all, sleep deprivation can cause a little bit of nausea and you really had had a very long previous day. Yesterday, you had been awake since the sun rose to help Viggo with a lot of little jobs in the business. He had many things to check, people to meet, dragons to sell, hides to sell, and much, much more. You were more than glad to offer your aid in whatever manner you could, even if it meant going around and checking that each captured dragon was fed and locked up securely. Simply taking over that job gave Viggo one less thing to think about. It helped that Viggo trusted you.

He knew you could get a job done and have it done well, unlike his brother who sometimes (not always) preferred quantity over quality. Ryker often saw no harm in starving the dragons too much, or injuring them if they swipe or snap at him. Viggo would prefer this didn't occur as the dragons were worth more with a good amount of meat on their bones and no blemishes or injuries that could lower their price. You focused back to the present moment and readied yourself for another long day. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon and you'd only begun to brush and braid your hair (as all vikings some strands of long hair). You'd consider this a slow start to your usual morning routine. Usually you would already be dressed and ready for breakfast by sunrise.

However, that morning you couldn't even think about food, let alone eat breakfast. Perhaps you should've seen that as a warning to rest more for the day, or simply not work and offer your sincerest apologies to your boss. But you were more stubborn than that. You were a viking! You weren't about to let a stupid tummy ache stop you from getting some work done. Viggo carried a lot on his shoulders, working to keep the dragon hunting business alive despite the dragon riders' best efforts to destroy, or bankrupt, the business. The riders' were determined, but so was Viggo. So now, not only did he have a business to run and workers to keep in check, but he had both offensive and defensive strategies to plan against the riders'. Traps that would put a stopper in their futile attempts, or tough scenarios that would hopefully break the riders' loyalty to each other and send them all home.

You refused to let Viggo handle all the work on his own when you were fully capable of lending a helping hand. It simply wasn't in you to let someone else handle everything while you rested. Injured, sick, or half-asleep, you still got your work done. 'Today won't be any different.' You thought as you fixed up your hair and dressed in some warm tunics, a fur coat and fur boots. It was only Autumn, but it was a cold Autumn in this part of the archipelago. You felt a bit better than when you first woke up, so you forced yourself to drink a little bit of water. The cold liquid made you feel even more nauseous, but you ignored the feeling. After all, cold water on an empty stomach makes everyone feel a little nauseous. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You looked like shit.

Your face looked drained of colour, your eyes had dark circles beneath them like you suffered heavily from insomnia and despite your best efforts, tiny hairs stuck out from where you'd braided, giving you a messy and disheveled appearance. You didn't look well, but you hoped Viggo and the other dragon hunters would be too busy to take much notice. So long as you got your work done, no one should care. Right?

You exited your tent and looked across the field towards the mess tent where breakfast was being served. You were definitely skipping that. You turned and went in the opposite direction, hoping a walk and some fresh air would make you feel a bit better. Once the sun had risen enough to shower the forest in sunlight, you decided it was time for work. You didn't feel much better, so you had a little more water and went to Viggo for a list of things to do. When you greeted him, he took notice of your appearance, but said nothing. He simply gave you a list of dragons to feed, check, secure and as usual he asked you to take note and report if any new blemishes or injuries appear on the dragons.

You nodded and saw yourself out of the tent to begin your work immediately. The sooner work was done, the sooner you could rest some more. Despite not eating, you were feeling more and more nauseous and unfocused. You wondered for a moment if the feeling worsened because you hadn't eaten. You pushed on with your work, taking frequent, but small, sips of water. Once a dragon was fed, you looked them over and double checked the security of their cage before moving onto the next dragon. This took you only one hour. Once completed, you returned to Viggo for the next task. He glanced over his shoulder once you emerged back in the tent and nodded you towards a checklist he had written on his desk.

When you looked it over briefly, he did a double take at your appearance. Unbeknownst to you, more colour had drained from your face, giving you a rather obvious sickly appearance. "Are you feeling well, my dear?" He questioned you with a casual tone. You turned back to face him, caught off-guard by his question. He was more observant of your health than you gave him credit for. You nodded a bit too quickly.

"I'm feeling okay. Though, I am a little tired." You admitted.

"Perhaps you should turn in early today...after your work?" He watched you carefully. His tone was that of a question, but his expression and gaze made it clear that there was no room for arguing or disagreeing. Instead of stubbornly disagreeing, you nodded your head.

"Some more rest sounds great. But, uh, I'll finish this checklist first." You held it up and waited for his approval. He nodded in agreement.

"Very well, my dear. Take care of it then." He waved you out of the tent and you sprinted off. You felt embarrassed by how easily he seemed to read you. The checklist took longer than you thought it would and the other dragon hunters seemed to be delaying in doing their own work which put you behind in your imaginary schedule. You were now halfway through your checklist and feeling so nauseous you couldn't take even a small sip of water. While the dragon hunters moved some dragon crates around to create some room for the new captures, you sat down under a shady tree and attempted to ease your unsettled stomach by resting. This did not help. But it was worth a try.

The dragon hunters were taking an awfully long time and they kept stopping to take breaks from the sun and heat and to tell each other some jokes. You weren't as tough on them as Viggo or Ryker, and while you could tell them to pick up the pace (this was something you usually did) today you were simply too sick and tired to care. Them slacking off gave you an excuse to rest. You weren't sure when you fell asleep, resting under the cool, shady tree, but the next thing you knew you were sitting up fast and turning to the side to vomit. The burning stomach acid singed your throat and lips as it left your body. Your stomach continued to reject its' contents until it was completely empty. You grimaced and noticed it was probably the previous night's meal and all that water you had.

You heard a sigh and then felt as a hand was placed on your shoulder. A second hand was placed on your back and began to rub comforting circles along your shoulder blades. "I had feared this would happen." Viggo's voice spoke up from your side. He helped you stand up and move away from the tree.

"Ugh, I feel awful." You cringed at the taste in your mouth.

"I'm sure you do, my dear. Let's get you washed up and back in bed. You should rest and let this illness pass." He led you to your tent, making sure you weren't going to faint along the way. "No water or food for the next several hours, alright, my dear?"

"That sucks...I've already gone without breakfast..." You complained, but you weren't really going to argue with him. Honestly, rest sounded great. You felt like you were about to doze off and face-plant into the ground at any moment. Once you were back at the tent, he watched as you washed up and then collapsed onto the bed. He moved closer to your bed and pulled your furs over your body. Using the back of his hand he made sure you didn't have a fever as well as your stomach ailment. He then sat on the side of the bed and gently rubbed circular motions on your back.

Being a dragon rider wasn't for the weak. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you tamed your first dragon. You understood how dangerous your life would become after your first battle against dragon hunters. Then you decided that your life wasn't difficult enough and you romanced probably the most hot-headed, viking chief and dragon rider in the entire archipelago. Every second week there seemed to be a dragon hunter attack, an attack from an enemy tribe or something else equally dangerous. Rouge dragons, rouge hunters, rouge assassins. The list could go on.

Your life was a storybook waiting to be written and your scars were the proof it had all happened. You loved to win. You lived for the feeling of victory and the celebration that came after a long battle. Maybe that's why you and Dagur got along so well. Both competitive to a dangerous degree. Both quick to step up to a challenge and see it through until the end. Both stubborn and passionate. The other dragon riders couldn't understand how you both got along, until they saw first hand just how similar you two were when in the same room.

The riders had assumed the two of you would collide with each other and be in constant disagreement. That, however, couldn't be further from the truth. The riders weren't sure if they should feel happy, or concerned by how much you and Dagur agree in conversation. He talked of battle, war, or killing traitors, assassins and enemy tribes and you somehow found ways to justify his statements.

"I hate traitors. Betraying their side to help the other, without a really good reason, is inexcusable. I could, however, forgive them if it was for a good cause." Dagur huffed out one morning.

"Is there ever a good reason to become a traitor? To betray those who you were previously so loyal to? I believe if someone was to betray once, they would do it again in a heartbeat and therefore are untrustworthy." You concluded.

"Uhhh, didn't Dagur betray Viggo?" Hiccup questioned.

"Technically, no. Dagur allied himself with Viggo briefly when they shared similar beliefs and morals, but I myself couldn't say he was completely loyal to him." You pointed out. "He was always loyal to his own side and his own tribe. The minute Viggo did something Dagur didn't agree with, he simply walked out on their agreement. That's technically not a betrayal. More of a business contract." You reasoned. Dagur took your hand into his with a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I wasn't loyal to Viggo, Hiccup. Dearest brother, it was a mutual agreement that ended when he decided to betray me by capturing my sister." Dagur explained. Hiccup didn't have the time or energy to argue with either of those points. He simply rubbed the bridge of his nose as you and Dagur continued your conversation, hardly noticing Hiccup's lack of participation.

That was one of many conversations that surprised the dragon riders. Out of everyone, the twins were the most likely to enjoy watching you and Dagur together. Putting you beside Dagur for meetings, fights, discussions, or anything really, was like adding fuel to a fire. Dagur's temper would rise, yet you could simmer it and then set it to explode at will. Dagur's strategies seemed half-baked and dangerous, until you added to it and made them worse. Basically, you had this man wrapped around your finger and if you asked him to set an enemy tribe on fire, he would do it in a heartbeat. Just as you would do the same for him.

One day, you joined Dagur in a meeting with an enemy tribe chief to discuss the possibility of peace. Dagur attempted to not let his temper get the best of him. The 'peaceful' discussion he attempted to have with this enemy tribe leader was quickly looking like a lost cause. They had no intentions of respecting Dagur as Tribe Chief and they continued to look down on him as too young and immature despite all his personal growth. Hiccup would've commended him greatly for his self restraint. Dagur had yet to throw a punch or flip a table at the horrifically rude things the chief across from him was saying. Until the chief brought up the rumours of Dagur purposefully hurting his father to become Berserker tribe chief. Dagur flinched, but you flew over the table in nearly one leap and threw the first blow.

It's honestly not your fault; if you asked Dagur, he'd say the chief should've known better since all of the rumours had been addressed and put to rest. He also should've expected retaliation, that's just common sense. The two of you left that meeting hand-in-hand, blood dripping down from your knuckles and mixing together before dripping onto the cobblestone floor, with matching nosebleeds and a cut or two from the hidden dagger the enemy chief pulled on you. The healer of your tribe patched you both up, focusing on scolding you two for being total troublemakers and visiting nearly every second day. She bandaged your knuckles, clotted the bleeding in your noses and as she stitched your cuts, you and Dagur kept eye contact with cheeky smiles you'd expect to see from a couple of trouble-making children. The enemy chief had to be rolled back to their ship in a wheelbarrow due to the severity of their injuries and their nasty concussion from all of the sharp blows to their head.

The Berserkers have a saying...actually they have many sayings, but the one you love the most is 'lovers injured together, stay together'. The Berserkers are of the understanding that bonds are formed best through battle, by fighting together against a common enemy. It'd been proven many times that lovers that fight side-by-side are much stronger. You spend so much time with your loved one, admiring them and wooing them, you pick up on their tiniest behaviours and quirks. Hence, partners are stronger in battle when together. They know how the other will react, strike and dodge and the whole scene simply unravels from there.

During one incidence, you made a tiny slip up by drifting too far from Dagur as you both were surrounded by a few dragon hunters. It ended up being two against one: two dragon hunters against one dragon rider. Dagur fared well, fighting with Berserker shouts and taunts. You held your own very well, however one of the dragon hunters pulled a cheating move. He lined up an attack, faked out, dodged yours and quickly ducked down so the other hunter could jump over his back. He brought his sword down onto your shoulder in a slicing motion and cut deep. Pain suddenly shot through your shoulder, travelling up and down your arm and across your collarbone, you couldn't help the cry that escaped past your lips despite your best efforts to stand tall and retaliate.

In an instant, Dagur's head turned to you and he watched as you rapidly brought your leg up and clocked the dragon hunter in the head as hard as you could. He stumbled back which gave you time to regain a firm grip on your sword and slice across the chest of the other surprised dragon hunter. He toppled over to the ground and grasped at his chest as blood steadily flowed out. Your injury burned with pain, yet you kept a firm gaze on the asshole that dealt the blow. He slowly stood back up and looked at his injured partner with fear glazing his eyes. You took that as an opportunity to advance and you swung your sword to his neck. He locked back in and deflected your blows, backing up and he did so. So you continued to advance, backing him into a corner.

Dagur watched in concern, seeing how much blood had escaped from your shoulder and seeped into your tunic. Yet, he continued to deflect his own opponents attacks. He had multiple cuts and scrapes at that point and decided the sooner the battle was over, the better. He turned back to his two opponents and kicked the feet out from under the hunter closest to him. Next, he went to swing his sword at the other hunter's shoulder, and as the dragon hunter held his sword up to block, Dagur switched his maneuver and instead threw a punch straight to his nose. The hunter went stumbling back, hitting his head on the ground as he fell. His partner stood up and advanced to defend him, but it was of little use. Dagur now had the upper hand in the fight and they knew it. He easily deflected each attack sent his way before he knocked his opponent to the ground. He brought his sword down into both their chests and then left the two injured and defeated dragon hunters where they lie. He turned to watch you once more. You had also ended your fight.

You had successfully backed the dragon hunter up into a corner and saw a shadow slowly approach from behind. You didn't let on; you instead threw a surprise roundhouse kick to the hunter in front of you before you quickly rolled to the side using your good shoulder. The dragon hunter behind you had swung his sword in a downward motion just as you dodged and rolled to the side, and instead the blow landed on his teammate, cutting deep into his hip and thigh. Their fearful eyes locked with one another. While they were dazed and distracted, you pierced the standing hunter through his stomach and kicked him to the side once you were done with him. Next you jabbed your sword into his partner's chest and watched him for a moment more to ensure he didn't stand back up. Neither hunter had the energy, or blood, to remain conscious and continue the fight. You had also begun feeling faint, lightheaded and dizzy.

It felt like you were walking on air with each step you took. Like the ground beneath you was both there, and not there. Dagur was by your side in an instant, letting you lean against him as you walked. You both walked to your dragons at a slow and easy pace. Your dragons had been tangled up by the hunter's ropes and immobilized by the heavy balls of metal that weighed the rope down. Dagur carefully sat you down on a rock before he cut the dragons loose. Then he picked you up and positioned you on the back of his dragon, sitting up behind you to ensure you would not fall off during the flight home. Your dragon nudged your calf and gave you a little lick as if to ask, 'are you okay?'. With a smile, you leaned down just low enough to pet the dragon's nose.

Whilst you pet your dragon, Dagur reached into his saddlebag and pulled out some bandages. He tightly wrapped your shoulder and offered you a drink of water. Once your wound was covered, he ordered both dragons to fly back home. They took off. Dagur's dragon was aware of his second passenger's injury and made sure to fly in a steady, straight line at a quick, but easy speed. During the flight, you had passed out a few times. Dagur let your head fall back onto his chest. He kept one arm around your waist as the other directed his dragon. You weren't sure when you arrived back home, but you were very aware of the stinging in your shoulder when the tribe healer began to clean the wound. Once she had cleaned the wound, she stitched it up and packed some herbs over top to prevent infection. She wrapped your shoulder in bandages and then turned to Dagur's injuries. He had many little cuts and scrapes and she simply had to sigh and proceed. He guiltily rubbed the back of his neck and let her clean, stitch up and bandage each cut and each scrape. This took quite a little while and once she was finished, the healer couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her.

Finally, you both were patched up and ready for a good sleep. But Dagur didn't let you. He took you to your hut and made sure you ate some of Heather's cooking before you slept. He was prepared to beg, but Heather cooked for the both of you without any complaint. She was quite used to you both being excellent fighters, but bad cooks. She cooked up two plates of mutton, gravy and eggs and it was absolutely delicious. The mutton practically melted in your mouth and was seasoned with salt, pepper and some other spices you couldn't remember. Heather showed you a few times, but you never could remember what each and every individual spice and herb tasted like. But when added to food, or gravy, they tasted divine. Especially on an empty stomach, which as you know makes all food taste good.